A New Day -- A New Way |
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Dark, so dark, that dreadful day
When in a borrowed tomb You lay Sad, so sad our hearts, fearing .... Our minds sick from the jeering Of that maddened crowd out there Not one seeming even to care That You were the Promised One You, who are the Father's own Son! Oh, You'd told us this must be - And told us that You'd rise -- We'd see Told us that we must believe And that we must not sit and grieve On the third day, You were risen Freeing us from earth's cold dark prison Thank You, Lord! Oh! Thank You! --Arlene Hearn Price |